yearbook1917i003: Poem

I. As one who cons at evening, O'er an album all alone, And museums on the faces, Of the friends that he has known; So, too, glance at this Year-book, And follow line by line, The past year's glowing record, Of these old schoolmates of thine. II. You'll read herein the story, Of their failure and success; How they've made the best of trouble, Played their pranks, and all the rest; Of victories in athletics, Of their work in every line, And you'll revel in this history, Of these old schoolmates of thine. III. You'll also see the snapshots, Taken 'round this dear old place; May they cause you to look backward, Thinking of each scene and face. But I'll leave you to your fancy - May your futures brightly shine. Trusting that you'll ne'er forget us - The old schoolmates of thine. P.M.

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I. As one who cons at evening, O'er an album all alone, And museums on the faces, Of the friends that he has known; So, too, glance at this Year-book, And follow line by line, The past year's glowing record, Of these old schoolmates of thine. II. You'll read herein the story, Of their failure and success; How they've made the best of trouble, Played their pranks, and all the rest; Of victories in athletics, Of their work in every line, And you'll revel in this history, Of these old schoolmates of thine. III. You'll also see the snapshots, Taken 'round this dear old place; May they cause you to look backward, Thinking of each scene and face. But I'll leave you to your fancy - May your futures brightly shine. Trusting that you'll ne'er forget us - The old schoolmates of thine. P.M.